The carriage arrived at its usual stop before dawn.
Garud and Salaritha, who had been your men in turns, went into about an hour's sleep after feeding leaves and water to the hard-working horses throughout the night.
In the meantime, Sola and the others relax for breakfast.
Thor and Moo went for a walk together to enjoy the cold air in the morning.
On the other side of the bland wilderness, the thin, rocky white shadows rise like illusions.
It's a totally unchanged view from the day I first came.
In a blowing sand-mixed breeze, the child narrowed his purple eyes and fled behind Tor.
Keep your legs on and try to climb on your back.
But because of the white leather armor that glides, it doesn't work the way I think.
Moo, who had eclampsia, slapped Pettipechi and Thor's ass.
With a face like a man to the way it is, Tor offers his back with his knees bent and bent.
The child, who flickered and sparkled his eyes, jumped on well.
With Moo on his shoulder, who was about to fall because of too much momentum, Tor slowly walks around the parking lot looking at the carriage.
Going back around, the smell of the warmed soup seemed delicious.
Sora waves at me laughing.
Moo had been singing his nose until he was lowered to the ground.
Finish breakfast with the Garudos who have been awake and re-carry their luggage.
The colleagues at the table in the crate dropped off the Tors leaving with the two guides without saying anything.
Maybe it's a sight I've seen many times.
The first central route in a long time was the same stray wind.
From here and there, an irregular gust of wind blows in.
But he hasn't tried the wilderness many times over the past month in vain.
It also seems to be thanks to the new leather shoes, but Euril moves on with a much firmer foothold than before.
As far as Moo is concerned, he has Garud and rope connected and enjoys the mess as much as he wants.
Road accustomed Garoud walks the lead and occasionally Moo pulls the rope to teach him where the rock lizard is.
In that way, after noon, we reached the first safety zone, the Great Round Rock.
The line after the lunch break goes further back.
From here, there is more sand and a troublesome trap spot called sand accumulation appears, but this time again, Salaritha, the player, claws the strings and gets nothing.
The blue-crowned grass-grown rock lizard proceeded to avoid as much as possible.
Only if it's out of the way, Garud comes forward.
The gusty flesh of the Tea Horn tribe man let him take the bite of the monster lightly as he had grown roots on the ground.
Tor waiting there flashes the blade closer to Sulu.
"With a shield, it's easy."
"No, no, it's usually a long time since I pulled it out. Oh, my God, that unusual cleavage."
After looking at each other, the middle-aged adventurers laughed niggardly.
And in the middle of the afternoon, a line arrives at the great, squared rock.
The Tors, who unloaded their large baggage such as the tent, decided to take a breather there.
As Sola is out of the rain crystal stone at the tip of the cane the water to make the tea speaks out as Garoud was impressed.
"I see, so we don't run out of water. But if it cracks, it'll be a big loss."
"I can handle it then."
"Hmm. Hey, when you get here, you don't have anybody's ear anymore. I think it's important to know each other's hands."
"So is that. Mine is..."
"No, let me reveal it to you first."
With that said, Garud grabs the Adventurer's Bill and offers it.
I've only been a C-rank for a long time, and Shieldman's skill tree was a splendid way to grow up.
Lower branch skills stiffen their bodies and wrap sand around their shields.
Together, they have grown to level 9.
Medium branch skills are their developmental forms, < iron mass bone > and < rock pile formation >.
This one is also up to its maximum.
Even more surprising was the fact that he had upper branch skills.
"…? That's definitely the best defensive moves you can make."
"Yeah, I'm glad you grew up lucky, but I couldn't afford it and I only grew one stage."
The boundary between lower and middle branch skills and above is said to be a thousand workouts and ten thousand drills.
This is because the required skill points for the initial lower branches are in thousands, whereas the middle branch skills are tripled and tenfold when they become upper branches.
If you're above B-rank, you still must have had a lot of difficulty earning 10,000 skill points in this wilderness.
"So the recoil is pretty big, too?
"Oh, my body gets weak like an idiot for half a day, and even to the point of being stuck, it breaks my bones."
Unlike magic moves, it is a martial arts technique that has no limit on the number of times it can be used, but when it reaches the upper branch skill level, a recoil exists.
It is said that this is the price of allowing outward movement, but because it involves a tremendous load, it is no longer possible to contiguously.
The most level-headed mechanism would have reduced its recoil.
Because recoil is a constraint imposed by God, it is difficult to see if it can be returned even with Tor's < restore >.
"I'm next..."
The skilled tree of Salaritha, a player, is called a rare water tree.
Aruria, the water god who did not like strife, did not allow his own people to possess a skilled tree of martial arts systems.
Instead it was given this water-play tree.
As the name suggests, magical performances and songs by magical players can make a variety of changes to those who listen.
However, although magic is used, the water-play tree was a different way of growing branches than the skilled trees of other magic systems.
Branch skills for songs and songs do not exist, and branches are divided for each instrument that can be played.
Specifically, they include string skills, whistle skills, playing skills, and singing skills.
The degree of growth of each skill determines the magic song that can be used, and depending on the compatibility of the instrument, some songs cannot be played or are ineffective.
Salaritha, with string skills, can play to improve the morale and physical abilities of her allies.
Increases your senses and makes it easier to attack.
It was a phantom to the monster and a nightmare to fall asleep.
"This guy doesn't have a song for magic tricks."
"Sorry......"
"Yeah, it's just amazing the instrument can play"
"Then Moo will sing to you instead!
"Yeah, thanks......"
Thereafter, Thor's magic tricks were also unveiled, but Garoud's reactions varied.
"Don't ever see an ice-based magic trick grow so much. You're so young, you."
"hehe, thanks for the compliment"
"Is that all the kid's ever grown up with? Well, I've come this far."
"Moo's a pain in the ass."
"What the hell?... What, can you seriously do that?
"Eh. I'll take care of it when I get stuck."
"< restore >... is that all? That was it, wasn't it? Huh? No, you're screwed. No, no, it can't be... you're lying... Talking about picking up that arm and sticking it together, I think it's a mistake to see Sarah..."
Garoud, having finished listening, let him exhale loudly and snort in excitement.
"All right, you'll definitely win this. I knew I was right to ask you guys."
"That was good. So, what are we gonna do now?
"I need you to look at the real thing first. After the operation."
The lightly dressed Tors follow the conductor's lead in walking.
Moving on for a while, we go to a place where blue flowers bloom that we previously abandoned moving forward.
It was not surprisingly Garudo with his shield, but Salarisa with her harp, who moved forward against the blue-crowned grasses on one side.
After breathing slowly, the player began playing lightly.
Slowly, sometimes softly, the strings are clawed and a song resonates that calms your heart on the white sand.
A melody with magic shakes as if it attracts a blue petal.
Eventually the song ended and all that remained were the flowers wrapped in silence.
"Okay, we're gonna get out of here between now and now. Be as quiet as you can."
The herd of rock lizards, who were in a semi-awakened and half-sleep state, apparently fell into complete sleep in Salaritha's < Night Thoughts >.
The line that killed the footsteps quickly passes through the flower garden.
Thor, anticipating the struggle, looked back at the flock of flowers, frightened that nothing had ended.
"I'm surprised it's so easy to get out."
"Whoa, give him more praise"
"I'm so surprised, Mr. Sarah."
"Muggle! Muggle!
"Oh, I'm sorry. You can talk now, Moo."
"Mmmm!
Even the Euril, which holds the properties of the target dispersion, can be imitated in a similar manner.
But there are still limits to that.
In that regard, it would mean that the true value of the magic song, valid to the extent that it does not take the object and the sound is delivered, will be fully demonstrated in such situations.
"It used to be here, and it didn't bloom like this. Nobody uses it anymore, it's totally like this."
"You mean where blue crown grass blooms easily"
"Well, flowers bloom everywhere. Look, I see you."
With his gaze back in front, Thor finally realized that what he had ever seen was not Rock Mountain.
It was a great swarm of flowers that was spreading ahead.
The area close to the bottom is almost invisible with the sand rising.
But there was only one thing that stood from it.
Two tornadoes that make a loud noise and wind up the sand.
That's like two legs, alternating movements.
At the same time, the part where the tornadoes combined and stretched heavenly high moved forward uniformly.
Two wind columns protruding further left and right sway like that forward and backward.
Like a walking human being.
It was a collection of tornadoes mimicking the shape of giant people.